~ Alisson

Brent ushered me into one of the private rooms in the house, his demeanor still stoic and brooding.

“Tell me what happened?”

“I went looking for him and I heard sounds in the den,” my voice catches and I want to smack my face, why now?

“I’m done with him, I'm done!”

Brent doesn't seem phased by my little outburst. ‘’Vodka?’’

I nod, ‘’ I could use ten but one is a decent pace to start.’’

I expected him to support his son or at least, order a cab for me but he doesn't.

Most people would, especially when it involves their child but that's the thing, Brent...